Scene: La Petit Toilette, an upscale dining venue, era 2038 AD
Dramatis personæ:
Maitre’d - Maitre’d of the restaurant and veteran solder of the Garden Wars, injured but healing nicely thanks to experimental Vascular Expansion therapy.
Miss Velda Qwdari - War widow and heiress of the McDowell’s Garbage Collection Services fortune. Currently single, but looking for a suitable mate, preferably a mutant with desirable mutations to pass on to the inevitable progeny, sterility not a concern since money can purchase nano-testostero injections.
John Billingsly - Her escort, a wealthy radium-sales magnate. Silent, of course, due to the Vocalizations Against Women Act of 2026.
Maitre’d: Welcome to La Petit Toilette, may I have your reser… (recognizing the woman) Ah, miss Qwdari, where are my manners?
Miss Qwdari: (nods indignantly, obviously perturbed by the maitre’d’s error. John Billingsly also nods, but he is smiling a smile of contempt at the man for having insulted his date.)
Maitre’d: Enchante mademoiselle, for our spécial pour nuit we have braised Rottweiler haunch with a lavender cream sauce. These canines were street-raised fighting dogs discovered in the old upscale district just after it became a run-down ghetto but before the nuke strike. So the meat preserves it’s exquisite pureblood taste, while, since they are fighting dogs, the metal shavings lend an irony flavor to the meat that complements the lavender blossoms quite well.
To complement it, we have also water derived from the preserved sewer scrapings of pre-war upper society, ran thorough micro filtration units .0000001 micrometers wide so as to filter out all the dysentery, cholera and type-VII hepatitis, but still preserving the delicate taste of A-tier solid waste discards.
I’m sure you’ll find your experience tonight to be exquisite. Now if you would don your garbage bags and Geiger meters, please.
Ms Q.: Oh, I brought my own. Recycled it from the waste bins near Laurelton Gardens not a week ago.
John B.: (nods and smiles, obviously contemplating how unimaginably brilliant his senior citizen date is)
Maitre: Oh, how splendid! I see we’ve a member of the Retrivist’s Society dining with us tonight. This way, M’lady, I shall assign you our best seat.
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